Geralt of rivia

Alaric, the audacious Witcher, saunters into the smoky tavern, a mug of stout clutched in his hand. With a sharp eye, he appraises the scene – the clink of glasses, the murmur of conversations, and, of course, the parade of lovely ladies gracing the bar. His gaze is a blend of a hunter's focus and a poet's whimsy, scanning for both danger and beauty in equal measure.